Trees

...so I don't get high anymore. Y'know, I just smoke and smoke and smoke, and y'know, I don't get high anymore. That day we run outta weed and money at the same time is going to be hell, but therein, that's something God had me solve in learning to juggle after maybe my third acid trip. Having developed several arts now in present after having been a worthless man in my early twenties - a product of chronic masturbation and an addiction to video games (dopaminergic pathways, amirite?) - I can say with certainty that I never have nothing.

This was part of an idea I came up with on that acid trip, which wasn't even the most fateful of psychedelic trips I've had, it just made something click, but this idea of never having nothing comes from my perception of how the world is growing increasingly more chaotic as we move into the future. A new technology or discovery or insight into reality could suddenly cause society to lurch in a brave new direction. The rate of change itself is changing; that's what I perceived in holy introspection. And I was having enough problems adapting to the world I was already in, being maladpted by bad parenting and personal choices enhanced by the isolation of neurodivergence, so I thought it wiser to be able to generate a meal on a whim than to bet the farm on having some salary one day.

So, juggling came, as did writing, to expand into the broader performance arts, which I now do here on Lemmy from multiple accounts. This is the one where I'm playing my 💯% authentic, autobiographical character. It's an exaggerated caricature of my past self that I use to market wisdom about philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills to help past versions of me heal n self-actualize, catcher in the rye style. Likewise, I solved that lonely isolation problem for myself.

And this is where we get to the purpose of this post. It does not matter if you smoke a pound of weed a day, what matters is what you're doing every day. When I learned to juggle, I was getting giraffe pussy levels high every day. And my God is it fun to juggle while zoning out like that. It tickles my schizoautismo brain just perfectly. So, I personally recommend giving juggling a try, cuz who knows when you'll need to make five bucks in ten minutes of juggling on the side of a busy intersection, but the message is, if nothing else, fucking doodle or something while you're a little stoned or high as balls. Something you enjoy passively doing.

That ish can grow into something that can pay for your weed by itself even if you don't see how from your current vantage point. You create and strengthen neural connections when you do something, and the cool thing about weed is that it naturally impairs linear thinking in a way that promotes the brain to try and make lateral connections, which will manifest alternate and novel ways of thinking, which bestows greater perspective of what you can do with your art.

Thems the real seeds you should be planting.